Here is some bugs I have found after hours playing.. Rockstar made a good job improving this game

If you go for a movie, you can aim the seller (don't shoot). He will run and scream. Don't follow him and wait at the theater. He will reapers again at the same position, this making an infinite loop of a crazy men running.

They may be some UFOs : some objects are standing in the air, frozen (rare).

When riding an horse, with the lasso take another horse (not a savage one) and try to move it. It will not move and stay in place, making something funny when your horse run.

My horse got stuck on a small wall, and I got a force re-spawn like 100 meters in the air (making me die of course).

I've had nothing major, sometimes when you shoot something the pool of blood will appear floating in mid air, but this has happened only once or twice. Sometimes while picking flowers your character model becomes buried in the ground up to his legs.

Apart from that I had a glitch during the horsebreaking mission for Bonnie, I lassoed the stallion and when I got on it there was no balancing challlenge, it just rode as normal, but the mission wouldn't continue. So I had to shoot the horse and restart.

The Mexican who pulls around a mule... sometimes he appears inside hills and you can get on the mule and ride around. Specifically hills near the river from my experience.

That whore you buy to save from her pimp... a ghost/duplicate motion of her still screaming and wiggling might walk around while you wait to decide whether to pay $200 for her. However, the physical model of her you can bump into stays still until that decision is made.

I've seen stagecoaches bounce around from being stuck in the ground. One time all four horse died and the driver ran away screaming. Also, sometimes when doing good deeds when you return things to them the game will say you attacked them when you didn't. Like, no where near them and it happens.

One time I fell off a cliff and landed hard but lived. My body wouldn't get up though. He just laid there until I reset the game.

finished a mission at el presidio and when it spawned me outside the walls, some mexican army guys started shooting me for no reason... it took me by surprise and i couldn't get my weapon out fast enough ...

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QUOTE (Massacre @ Mar 15 2011, 01:24 AM)

Oh, good one. The "you're on the internet so you must have no life" insult isn't moronic or unoriginal at all. You must, without a doubt, be a very important member of society, not at all a waste of the already barely valuable gift of life.

As is the case for everyone who takes issue with people who make them sad on the internet, you are one of two kinds of people:

You are exactly what you claim I am, and that is a lonely, pathetic basement dweller. You life is spent eating eight pounds of junk food per day, masturbating to anything you find online that's even remotely feminine, and wishing you had good looks and social skills. You continue to live with your mother until she dies of a combination of lung cancer and liver failure brought on by the chain-smoking and heavy drinking she used to cope with what a failure you are. Your mother mercifully dead and free of the living embodiment of failure she regretfully thrust from her loins, the bills start to pile up and you, unemployed and unable to pay these bills (of course), lose the house and everything in it. Somehow even more of a failure than you already were, you wander from place to place eating out of dumpsters and sleeping in your own filth until you finally die of AIDS, which you contracted from a diseased whore you scrounged up enough money to pay for, so you could finally lose your virginity while at the same time pretending that your mother was back in your life.

Or:

You are the type who was an athlete in high school, who was genetically doomed to be an idiot but managed to finish school and even get a college scholarship because you were so good at a worthless children's game. You went off to college with a suitcase full of polo shirts and condoms, the polo shirts, because you're a douche, and the condoms to prevent you from impregnating the dim-witted young college girls whom you could never touch without the aid of Rohypnol, a drug you refer to as "roofies" because you can neither spell or pronounce Rohypnol. You scrape by with borderline D's for the next four years, and leave the campus to go out into the real world where your realize you're not intelligent or talented enough to do anything of value with your life. Misery and minimum wage ensues for thirty years, then you blow your brains out, and your corpse, alone and forgotten, is not discovered until the smell of rotting flesh seeps under your door and your bodily fluids finally soak through the floor of your studio apartment and into the room below you. Your body is cremated, the ashes scraped into a garbage bin because there was no one in your life who valued you enough to pay for a casket, funeral, or burial plot.

You're undoubtedly one of the two, otherwise you would have better things to do than complain about the theme of a forum that doesn't care about anything you have to say.

Also, sometimes when doing good deeds when you return things to them the game will say you attacked them when you didn't. Like, no where near them and it happens.

I've had this happen quite a few times, always the woman with the stagecoach being held up by bandits, I kill them and her blip turns red too, then she starts begging for her life. I just loot the dead bodies and leave.

QUOTE (bOnEs @ May 26 2010, 10:09 PM)

finished a mission at el presidio and when it spawned me outside the walls, some mexican army guys started shooting me for no reason... it took me by surprise and i couldn't get my weapon out fast enough ...

I've had two issues online, both with the gang hideout missions i free roam. I had one where one of the guys was shooting at me through a house, and there was no way in to kill him, so i couldn't complete that mission. And the other one was another guy where i had to blow the three boxes in the hideout. I shot him, he appeared to die, then he glitched, and started to float above the ground standing up. Then i could still hear him talking and the blip was on the map. I tried shooting him again but couldn't finish that mission either!

I've had two issues online, both with the gang hideout missions i free roam. I had one where one of the guys was shooting at me through a house, and there was no way in to kill him, so i couldn't complete that mission. And the other one was another guy where i had to blow the three boxes in the hideout. I shot him, he appeared to die, then he glitched, and started to float above the ground standing up. Then i could still hear him talking and the blip was on the map. I tried shooting him again but couldn't finish that mission either!

Which hideouts were they? I've done all of them and had no problems. Would dynamite have worked?

i had a funny glitch at pike's basin in multiplayer... i placed some dynamite on one of the boxes but, i whistled for my horse first... i planted the bomb and just as i did, the horse stopped right on the box... i try to quickly mount the horse so i can get out of there before it goes off but, the same button you use to mount the horse is also the same button you push to place dynamite ... so, instead of riding away, i tried to plant another stick of dynamite and blew up my friend, his horse, and me and my horse ... i couldn't imagine what other players thought when they saw those stats hit the screen...

Oh, good one. The "you're on the internet so you must have no life" insult isn't moronic or unoriginal at all. You must, without a doubt, be a very important member of society, not at all a waste of the already barely valuable gift of life.

As is the case for everyone who takes issue with people who make them sad on the internet, you are one of two kinds of people:

You are exactly what you claim I am, and that is a lonely, pathetic basement dweller. You life is spent eating eight pounds of junk food per day, masturbating to anything you find online that's even remotely feminine, and wishing you had good looks and social skills. You continue to live with your mother until she dies of a combination of lung cancer and liver failure brought on by the chain-smoking and heavy drinking she used to cope with what a failure you are. Your mother mercifully dead and free of the living embodiment of failure she regretfully thrust from her loins, the bills start to pile up and you, unemployed and unable to pay these bills (of course), lose the house and everything in it. Somehow even more of a failure than you already were, you wander from place to place eating out of dumpsters and sleeping in your own filth until you finally die of AIDS, which you contracted from a diseased whore you scrounged up enough money to pay for, so you could finally lose your virginity while at the same time pretending that your mother was back in your life.

Or:

You are the type who was an athlete in high school, who was genetically doomed to be an idiot but managed to finish school and even get a college scholarship because you were so good at a worthless children's game. You went off to college with a suitcase full of polo shirts and condoms, the polo shirts, because you're a douche, and the condoms to prevent you from impregnating the dim-witted young college girls whom you could never touch without the aid of Rohypnol, a drug you refer to as "roofies" because you can neither spell or pronounce Rohypnol. You scrape by with borderline D's for the next four years, and leave the campus to go out into the real world where your realize you're not intelligent or talented enough to do anything of value with your life. Misery and minimum wage ensues for thirty years, then you blow your brains out, and your corpse, alone and forgotten, is not discovered until the smell of rotting flesh seeps under your door and your bodily fluids finally soak through the floor of your studio apartment and into the room below you. Your body is cremated, the ashes scraped into a garbage bin because there was no one in your life who valued you enough to pay for a casket, funeral, or burial plot.

You're undoubtedly one of the two, otherwise you would have better things to do than complain about the theme of a forum that doesn't care about anything you have to say.

A glitch thats happened to me is when i hitch my horse marston glitches into the horse and keeps disappearing and reapearing at different sides of the horse.Other than this i have had no other glitches.

this game just keeps constantly glitching and buggin' out for me... there isn't a day that goes by that i don't see some goofy glitch, a framerate nosedive, an extremely late texture pop-in, or a freeze that forces me to restart... this is turning into my new fallout 3... a game that i can't stop playing, even with all the glitches ...

last night i was trying to play poker... i wanted to eliminate a couple of the competitors to make the match go a little faster... it's not that i can't take on a whole table, it just that i didn't want to spend 2 hours trying to... i purposely get caught cheating, kill the sucker in the streets but, when i go back to the card table, two chairs are knocked over and one guy is sitting 5 feet away from the table in his chair... it wouldn't allow me to continue to play poker because apparently, no one was at the table, even though that guy 5 feet away is holding playing cards ...

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QUOTE (Massacre @ Mar 15 2011, 01:24 AM)

Oh, good one. The "you're on the internet so you must have no life" insult isn't moronic or unoriginal at all. You must, without a doubt, be a very important member of society, not at all a waste of the already barely valuable gift of life.

As is the case for everyone who takes issue with people who make them sad on the internet, you are one of two kinds of people:

You are exactly what you claim I am, and that is a lonely, pathetic basement dweller. You life is spent eating eight pounds of junk food per day, masturbating to anything you find online that's even remotely feminine, and wishing you had good looks and social skills. You continue to live with your mother until she dies of a combination of lung cancer and liver failure brought on by the chain-smoking and heavy drinking she used to cope with what a failure you are. Your mother mercifully dead and free of the living embodiment of failure she regretfully thrust from her loins, the bills start to pile up and you, unemployed and unable to pay these bills (of course), lose the house and everything in it. Somehow even more of a failure than you already were, you wander from place to place eating out of dumpsters and sleeping in your own filth until you finally die of AIDS, which you contracted from a diseased whore you scrounged up enough money to pay for, so you could finally lose your virginity while at the same time pretending that your mother was back in your life.

Or:

You are the type who was an athlete in high school, who was genetically doomed to be an idiot but managed to finish school and even get a college scholarship because you were so good at a worthless children's game. You went off to college with a suitcase full of polo shirts and condoms, the polo shirts, because you're a douche, and the condoms to prevent you from impregnating the dim-witted young college girls whom you could never touch without the aid of Rohypnol, a drug you refer to as "roofies" because you can neither spell or pronounce Rohypnol. You scrape by with borderline D's for the next four years, and leave the campus to go out into the real world where your realize you're not intelligent or talented enough to do anything of value with your life. Misery and minimum wage ensues for thirty years, then you blow your brains out, and your corpse, alone and forgotten, is not discovered until the smell of rotting flesh seeps under your door and your bodily fluids finally soak through the floor of your studio apartment and into the room below you. Your body is cremated, the ashes scraped into a garbage bin because there was no one in your life who valued you enough to pay for a casket, funeral, or burial plot.

You're undoubtedly one of the two, otherwise you would have better things to do than complain about the theme of a forum that doesn't care about anything you have to say.

If you sit down at a poker table or on any chair to play a card game and quit, the next time you're on your horse and feed him horse pills, the chair you were sitting on will appear in mid air next to the player.

Can be done at any game table across the world, i.e Poker, Blackjack, fiver finger fillet, arm wrestling, but only with horse pills will the glitch work.

as soon as you sit down, it takes money away... that money you see added to your count when you stand up is the money you originally sat down with... lol, that would be a cool glitch but, i'm pretty sure your only gaining back the money you originally bet...

a better way is to just play high-stakes poker in blackwater and beat them all... you could win up to $1250 ... i'll have to try that horse glitch though if i remember to...

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QUOTE (Massacre @ Mar 15 2011, 01:24 AM)

Oh, good one. The "you're on the internet so you must have no life" insult isn't moronic or unoriginal at all. You must, without a doubt, be a very important member of society, not at all a waste of the already barely valuable gift of life.

As is the case for everyone who takes issue with people who make them sad on the internet, you are one of two kinds of people:

You are exactly what you claim I am, and that is a lonely, pathetic basement dweller. You life is spent eating eight pounds of junk food per day, masturbating to anything you find online that's even remotely feminine, and wishing you had good looks and social skills. You continue to live with your mother until she dies of a combination of lung cancer and liver failure brought on by the chain-smoking and heavy drinking she used to cope with what a failure you are. Your mother mercifully dead and free of the living embodiment of failure she regretfully thrust from her loins, the bills start to pile up and you, unemployed and unable to pay these bills (of course), lose the house and everything in it. Somehow even more of a failure than you already were, you wander from place to place eating out of dumpsters and sleeping in your own filth until you finally die of AIDS, which you contracted from a diseased whore you scrounged up enough money to pay for, so you could finally lose your virginity while at the same time pretending that your mother was back in your life.

Or:

You are the type who was an athlete in high school, who was genetically doomed to be an idiot but managed to finish school and even get a college scholarship because you were so good at a worthless children's game. You went off to college with a suitcase full of polo shirts and condoms, the polo shirts, because you're a douche, and the condoms to prevent you from impregnating the dim-witted young college girls whom you could never touch without the aid of Rohypnol, a drug you refer to as "roofies" because you can neither spell or pronounce Rohypnol. You scrape by with borderline D's for the next four years, and leave the campus to go out into the real world where your realize you're not intelligent or talented enough to do anything of value with your life. Misery and minimum wage ensues for thirty years, then you blow your brains out, and your corpse, alone and forgotten, is not discovered until the smell of rotting flesh seeps under your door and your bodily fluids finally soak through the floor of your studio apartment and into the room below you. Your body is cremated, the ashes scraped into a garbage bin because there was no one in your life who valued you enough to pay for a casket, funeral, or burial plot.

You're undoubtedly one of the two, otherwise you would have better things to do than complain about the theme of a forum that doesn't care about anything you have to say.

lol, i saw two walton boys outside of the armadillo saloon each standing on top of a glass bottle ... i don't know how in the hell that was possible but, i saw it... also, one time when i walked into the saloon, i saw a lady of the evening floating in the air like she was hung from the ceiling ...

i took a taxi coach to macfarlane's ranch... i took a nap in the back to speed up the process... when i got there, i got out and as soon as the taxi coach took off, another coach spawned right in front of it and they hit each other full speed... it was loud and the horses temporarily got tangled up or something as both coaches were damn near tipping over... about a second later they split up and went their own ways but, i thought i was about to see a massive horse massacre as there was 6 of them mangled in this mess...

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QUOTE (Massacre @ Mar 15 2011, 01:24 AM)

Oh, good one. The "you're on the internet so you must have no life" insult isn't moronic or unoriginal at all. You must, without a doubt, be a very important member of society, not at all a waste of the already barely valuable gift of life.

As is the case for everyone who takes issue with people who make them sad on the internet, you are one of two kinds of people:

You are exactly what you claim I am, and that is a lonely, pathetic basement dweller. You life is spent eating eight pounds of junk food per day, masturbating to anything you find online that's even remotely feminine, and wishing you had good looks and social skills. You continue to live with your mother until she dies of a combination of lung cancer and liver failure brought on by the chain-smoking and heavy drinking she used to cope with what a failure you are. Your mother mercifully dead and free of the living embodiment of failure she regretfully thrust from her loins, the bills start to pile up and you, unemployed and unable to pay these bills (of course), lose the house and everything in it. Somehow even more of a failure than you already were, you wander from place to place eating out of dumpsters and sleeping in your own filth until you finally die of AIDS, which you contracted from a diseased whore you scrounged up enough money to pay for, so you could finally lose your virginity while at the same time pretending that your mother was back in your life.

Or:

You are the type who was an athlete in high school, who was genetically doomed to be an idiot but managed to finish school and even get a college scholarship because you were so good at a worthless children's game. You went off to college with a suitcase full of polo shirts and condoms, the polo shirts, because you're a douche, and the condoms to prevent you from impregnating the dim-witted young college girls whom you could never touch without the aid of Rohypnol, a drug you refer to as "roofies" because you can neither spell or pronounce Rohypnol. You scrape by with borderline D's for the next four years, and leave the campus to go out into the real world where your realize you're not intelligent or talented enough to do anything of value with your life. Misery and minimum wage ensues for thirty years, then you blow your brains out, and your corpse, alone and forgotten, is not discovered until the smell of rotting flesh seeps under your door and your bodily fluids finally soak through the floor of your studio apartment and into the room below you. Your body is cremated, the ashes scraped into a garbage bin because there was no one in your life who valued you enough to pay for a casket, funeral, or burial plot.

You're undoubtedly one of the two, otherwise you would have better things to do than complain about the theme of a forum that doesn't care about anything you have to say.

If you sit down at a poker table or on any chair to play a card game and quit, the next time you're on your horse and feed him horse pills, the chair you were sitting on will appear in mid air next to the player.

Can be done at any game table across the world, i.e Poker, Blackjack, fiver finger fillet, arm wrestling, but only with horse pills will the glitch work.

That sounds pretty interesting. I'll try to get a video of it and give you credit tonight

Anyone else getting the bug where it sticks at the loading screen when switching from multiplayer back to single player? It seems to be persistent on my ps3. I was wondering if it was an issue on my Hard-drive or if it was a known problem...?